This is the time of year when I start to really, really miss my garden. I miss being outside in the sunshine. I miss hearing the sweet trill of birdsong. I miss all the little nuances of color and scent. I'm reading my seed catalogs more frequently these days than my Bible, which probably isn't a good thing.
Sure, there's outside work to do now. But do you ever notice how in the wintertime, any kind of garden chore is a struggle? We tried to fill the next vegetable bed with compost and soil, but the bags of soil and peat moss are frozen so they weigh twice as much. We gave up and figure it can wait until spring; we've got six of the ten raised beds filled and ready.
Walks with Shadow and our afternoon hike are barely fulfilling my longing. Spring seems so far away.
Just a few more weeks until I can turn on the indoor lights for seed starting. A few more weeks of planning, rest and reading. I want to go with the flow of the seasons and use this season as God intended; for planning, and rest. He gave the garden winter so it could rest and prepare for the next season. I'm not good with waiting. But His timing is perfect, so onwards to the next right thing to do today....but I still miss my sunshine.
